I was sitting, enjoying New Year When this hit me. The title is Firestorm and it will be quite a long novel. Here is the first paragraph: ~#~~#~~#~ As the small boy trudged through the perilous blizzard, he clutched the silver locket tightly in his fingers. "Mother", he shouted as the terribly icy wind tried to stop him from uttering this forlorn and desperation ridden word from leaving his parched and chapped lips,"Where are you". ~#~~#~~#~ What do you think.
